A Sun's retire.

A 'Nearly' Sonnet.

A SUN’S RETIRE.

How might the eye, to a beauty’s select
See an evening’s fall without a sigh
This magic setting, this vibrant connect
Where Sun is to exit the reddened sky

The dusking purple colours to a mauve
Ablaze to the night as the sun dissolves
Then red, to a deep blue and black to clothe
And darkness awaits the dawn to evolve

In a wait of slow to determined hours
The Sun is brightening, an eastern light
To turn full circle and dawning showers
To lift the curtain from a darkest night

Sun’s decline is a wait for its return
And sweet the day for its glorious burn

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

The circle of life...day in and day out. We can depend upon it and know that no matter what, nightfall will come and the sun will rise tomorrow. The imagery in this one is stunning and the message is a serene one. I enjoyed it, Ron. Lydi**